Happy Sunday. :)
Naked, they lay tied together, full of the other's throb. They nested in it. It was a balm they needed. As Crane's thumb traced the length of Abbie's eyelashes, his bones ached a little less. Abbie's wounds weren't as soar when she trailed the scar on his chest with her finger. Both felt their spirits flap their wings, ready for flight into the next battle.
He kissed her lips.
"We are rejuvenated," he said.
She kissed his forehead. "We are."